Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. If I did, well. . .you get the gist of it.
Warning: Male x Male love. BL. YAOI. SHOUNEN AI. [HxK and other pairings]
If you do not like yaoi/shounen ai/BL or any of the kind or even this pairing then first off . . . .
1. I've no idea what you're doing here.
2. Kindly hit the back button.
3. Keep all flaming and negativity to yourself.
The rest, Enjoy!
Reader's Discretion Advised.
A (mainly) Hiei x Kurama AU story brought to you by me. Other pairings are a surprise. (Please don't flame me for what other pairings I put together)
Inspired by The "Dark Period" of Egyptian history. Not everything will be historically accurate so please don't comment saying I got things wrong. Remember, I was only inspired by it. I'll try to keep some historical "facts" but not enough to make things too predictable.
And yes. This will all transpire in Egypt.
Some background on what is going on:
1. Egypt just went through a bad famine.
2. No one really cares about the Pharaoh.
3. Egypt divided between two rising powers: Heracleopolitan (North) and Theban (South)
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It was midday, the sun shone bright and threatened to set anyone and everyone under it ablaze. It's rays never hesitated to deprive the people from their hydration and anyone sensible enough could feel a chilling stirring in the winds. The sands beneath their feet breezed by in small gusts, the sand dancing in the tiniest of circular motions. A sandstorm was brewing and it would pick up wind very quick.
The luxury of staying indoors on such an ominous day could not be afforded by a certain few individuals. For not only was the sandstorm upon southern Egypt this day, but the smell of sweat, metals of spears and daggers, the sound of clanking shields and most importantly, the dye of the red colored blood painted the Egyptian sands.
A battle, a couple dozen men, two sides, and an ominous wind. In the midst of it, beyond the shrieks of the dying and the grunts of the wounded, beyond the moans of the sore and tired, one man could not feel the weight the sun tried to cast. It's power was far from touching the individual who's world embodied the splatter of blood.
One swing of his dagger, the slit of one man's throat, the stains on his arms and with swiftness he moved to kill and kill more with each strike. He performed flawlessly and effortlessly and outmatched his enemies. A ruby eye glanced towards his fellow soldiers, many of which he saw the look of dread and tiredness in.
They could all see the signs of the sandstorm and even he was not unaware of them. Their eyes would look to him for guidance and for command. But his ruby blood eyes would scowl at their cowardice and cruelly tell them to go on. He'd glare in the face of his enemies and send them to the next world. In a way, they'd be alleviated from the dreads of the sandstorm to come.
The battle would continue, both sides tired and worn out and the sands beneath them would only stir more. Time was running out. Both sides were growing weary and the opposing side would slowly retreat. The great warrior's men looked to him, "They have begun to retreat, the sandstorm is upon us, we must also seek shelter!"
Their pleading eyes struggled to bear against his single glare in attempt to win over. No response from the one they desired to hear from came. "General Hiei, it isn't safe to stay here!" they tried again. He'd cast one last glare, "Maggot fools, stay behind if you want, I've no desire to lead cowards like you."
His silhouette would walk on to follow the few last that composed of the opposing troops. "General Hiei!" His men would call and beckon him to rethink what he was doing. He ignored their pleads and his form disappeared after the remaining few he sought to eliminate.
Worry for their general grew but none ran after him. The signs of the sandstorm grew steadily more apparent and they too retreated back to gain shelter. But they could not simply let their general leave unreported. "You, go back to the capital and alert the lords right away!" the one among them that would be second in command ordered one of the surviving underlings to orally report to their leaders. "Yes! Right away."
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Meanwhile at the capital city of Thebes, the townsfolk prepared to hoard themselves in their homes as refuge from the sandstorm to come.
"Status report!" a firm voice commanded as a single deep blue eye peered out a window from the third floor of the cities' main military base. Another figure with glossed black hair sat in the middle of the room, his eyes looking attentively to the servant standing at the door of their office.
"Yes my lords," the servant cleared his throat, "All people's have been accounted for and are firmly situated within their homes or are otherwise resorting to other means of shelter for the oncoming sandstorm" the man reported.
The blue eyed lord stood calmly by the window with arms crossed, "Next file." "Ah, yes, this month's harvesting quota has risen above the expectancy ratings, the days of famine among the citizens is slowly decreasing." the man continued to report. The other lord of dark hair rose his voice, "what of the minor uprisings?" he questioned.
To this, the blue eyed lord diverted her attention from the outside to the servant awaiting the response. The servant paused a second before answering upon looking for the file report. "Our Intel report findings of talk of ill suspicion towards my lords, many worry you cannot protect the south from the north's constant invasions."
A second lingered in the air before the black haired lord spoke again, "any reports from our small faction of troops sent to obliterate the forces of the north?" Just as the servant was about to report of none, the soldier sent before ran in, huffing and out of breath. The servant's eyes grew wide from being startled and the lords eyed the stranger clothed in their distinct armor.
"How rude to barge into the headquarters of the lords of Thebes!, kneel and state your name!" the servant demanded. The tired soldier quickly bent down, "my deepest apologies my lords, but i come to report on behalf of general Hiei."
The blue eyed lord's attention piqued, "Can't the general report to us? Why does he send you?" The kneeling soldier shook his head, "General Hiei cannot i'm afraid, in light of the oncoming sandstorm, the enemy initiated a retreat but my general has gone after them alone forsaking our chance to seek shelter for ourselves."
"Oh?" the blue eyed lord questioned not particularly surprised as a tone of minor amusement rose to this piece of news. A few seconds trickled by as the nervous warrior awaited to receive a response from either of his lords. The blue eyed lord stood in silence seemingly thinking to herself as the black haired lord cast his eyes to her with an idea of what was running through her mind.
"My . . .lords?" the warrior spoke out quietly in short bursts not understanding the amused look on the female lords face. With the slight curve of her lips by the corners of her mouth, she cast a minor glance to the warrior. "I see, have the rest of the men seek shelter as well", she ended her sentence. The warrior made a confused expression, "and what of the general?"
"You need not worry of the general, now go", the other lord cut in with a nonchalant tone in his voice as he kept his eyes upon the female lord. "Y-yes my lord!" and with that, despite confusion laced in his reply, the warrior fled back. The black haired lord made a gesture of a wave to the servant who had otherwise been silently watching. The servant caught sight of the gesture and bowed before dismissing himself.
The seconds passed, neither lord meaning to voice out their comments too soon. However, eventually the silence broke, "You place too much interest in that young man Mukuro" the dark haired lord commented addressing her by her given name. The dark orange haired lord turned her gaze from the window to her fellow lord, "and you place too little in him Yomi" she retorted lightly.
Yomi's stare lingered a second no more, "I see" he sighed not wanting to continue the topic of discussion. But Mukuro pressed on, "It seems our people are losing their faith in us." Despite the topic being one of concern, her voice expressed no concern what so ever.
"How ludicrous" the male lord huffed lightly not so amused as his fellow lord. However, here her amusement dwindled as her blue eye turned to cast a sharp look, "It is not." There was no malice, no immediate tension or threat in that strong and powerful gaze but the other lord understood well enough. Though he understood, he did not plan to cater to her thoughts.
"I do not approve" he voiced with a force just as stern as her gaze. Despite the male lords voiced rejection, the blue eyed lord turned her attention back to the window, "it is not your approval that decides this Yomi" she spoke with distance laced in her tone. Her features looked up towards the darkening sky as the signs of the sandstorm were in plain view.
"That man," her voice trailed off, "may be the only one who is able" she stopped, turning her head over her shoulder to peer back to her fellow lord. Dark eyes met her one blue one before he stood composed turning his heel towards that of the doorway. "You know this" her voice added as if on last note and the silhouette of Yomi paused for a brief second, his back still turned to her. ". . .That may be so", his head turned over to face her, "But there is much that he lacks." And with that, Yomi's presence left that of Mukuro's to her own.
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Chill shrieks drifted along in the fastly billowing winds as the heavy smell of iron and blood cast it's dye on the thin grains of the desert sands. The last beatings of a heart and the last breaths of life had shed it's final caress on those who were unlucky enough to have been pit against him.
He stood amidst the pools of blood, devoid of any particular expression as the drippings of red slid smoothly down the tip of his blade. Dark ruby eyes reflected themselves in the mirror like pool of blood before he turned on his heel, huffing his disappointment for the lack of challenge his foes had provided before heading back from whence he came.
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News did not take too long to report that the shadow of a man walking boldly along the first harsh stirrings of the sandstorm had been sighted coming into the city of Thebes. The female lord had stretched out a thin amused smile on her lips at the hearing of this news. "So it seems i should reward the good general for his success" she murmured underneath her breath as a blue eye looked distantly out into the dangers of the whipping winds of desert sand.
Her expression looked mildly contemplative as she half-heartedly thought aloud to herself, "What kind of reward shall i grant him? . . He who is never satisfied. . ."The ends of her sentence turned nearly to hums as she voiced her last thought, "That i wonder. . ."
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Echoes and reverberations of sobs, inchorent babblings and pleads to the gods bounced of the narrow space of a dark room filled with an overcapacity of bodies, all alive but most wishing for death. In this overfilled room of soon to be slaves, there laid but one who did not express any of the despairs the others shared.
In the far corner of the damp and crowded room, gentle yet wild vivid tresses of crimson cascaded over the smooth skin of one's shoulders who did not partake in the needless sobs and pleads of despair. In contrast to the near lifeless eyes of the multitudes, strong and stern emerald green orbs peered to the dark of the walls. The eyes reflected that of a soul who patiently waited, with great determination and assurity, they reflected the eyes of one who would never resign themselves to that of a slave.
[Well that's that. Hope it was a good enough introductory chapter.]
[Do leave any commentary about the story as it proceeds as i will look to them for any constructive criticism and suggestions!]
[And yes, Yomi is not blind here.]